Suddenly, I thought of the two peach blossom trees planted at Mochizuki. In a few months, the peach blossoms will bloom in warm spring. It must be beautiful. In autumn, there may be peaches to eat.
I don't know how my brother and sister-in-law will react when they find out that she is missing.
You must be in a hurry.
I don't know how my sister-in-law will explain her whereabouts to her father after returning to Jincheng.
But with my brother by my side, everything will be solved.
Feng Shaojin said just now that his brother left someone here to look for him everywhere, presumably that person must be Mu Qing.
Standing behind her, Feng Shaojin saw her staring at the plum blossom petals in a daze, wondering what she was thinking.
Could it be that Gong Sucheng, who was injured because of her, was still in his heart?
Feng Shaojin's slender and handsome eyebrows raised slightly, he took off a red plum near her finger, put it on her bun, and interrupted her meditation: "What are you thinking about?"
Mo Lingwei's eyes darkened, she let go of the branches in her hands, and began to roll the wheelchair.
Feng Shaojin hurried to help, and asked softly, "Where else do you want to go?"
"Go back to the room." Mo Lingwei lost interest in everything here.
No matter how beautiful this other courtyard is, it is a gorgeous cage that traps her freedom, what's there to see.
No matter how much sugar is added to arsenic, it is a gut-piercing poison.
Feng Shaojin gathered the coat that was draped over her body, pushed her back, and tried to say a few more words to her: "There is still an open space in the yard behind this house. When spring comes, I will ask the servant to plant a piece of land. How is the bamboo forest?"
Mo Lingwei didn't seem to hear what he said.
Not saying a word.
Feng Shaojin said to himself: "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement. You have always liked bamboo forests. It's cool in summer, and you lie in your bedroom in winter, listening to the sound of them being blown by the wind."
He chuckled lightly, with a low voice, as if he was describing a beautiful blueprint for the future: "When this bamboo forest grows, maybe we will already be a family of three."
a family of three?
a family of three!
Mo Lingwei couldn't help shivering, her fingers on her knees were clenched into fists, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.
The anger suppressed in her heart could no longer be controlled, "Feng Shaojin, are you crazy? You will soon be engaged to Miss He's family, and within half a year, you will be married.
You and her will have a family of three.
Both of us are nothing. "
Feng Shaojin pushed her into the bedroom, and closed the bedroom door casually, "I'm not crazy. In this life, my child's mother can only be you."
Mo Lingwei couldn't bear it anymore, raised her hand, and slapped Feng Shaojin heavily on the face. The slap made his handsome face tilt to one side, and a clear slap print was printed on the fair face.
Mo Lingwei gritted her teeth, her resentment flooded like a torrential flood, and it was uncontrollable: "Feng Shaojin, it's fine if you abuse me, my life is ruined in your hands.
Sooner or later, the people in Jincheng will know that I was taken away by you, that my reputation will be ruined, and all of it will be bestowed by you.
I admit it, who made me provoke you out of nowhere in the first place.
But I will never give birth to your child for you.
She can't live in the shadows and in the eyes of others all her life like me.
You can't be so selfish, thinking only of yourself, regardless of other people's lives...
Even if I die, I will not let him be born to be scolded and humiliated by the world..."
There was a faint smell of blood between Feng Shaojin's lips and teeth. She almost exhausted all her strength in this slap, and even her palm was trembling slightly.
Feng Shaojin held her numb palm and sneered, his voice was cold and thin, as if mixed with icicles: "If you don't want my child, then whose child do you want? Gong Su's?"